Memories

I walked outside today, and was automatically soaked. The current state of this east coast city equals downpour. Where in the world is spring!? However, because of the downpour the sidewalks are covered in earth worms! No, I'm not talking a few here and there, I'm talking tons of skinny earth worms, that were unneccessarily shoved out of their dirt home, where they face the plight of more than likely dying by being trampled by millions of rainboots (because they look like skinny little sticks). On the upside, these little sticky friends reminded me of memories from long ago. When I was little, and my sister, mom, and dad and I lived with my aunt in the Midwest, thousands of worms could be seen on the sidewalks once spring had sprung. I'm not sure why this is, I think it might be because in the state in question, we have such extremely severe weather patterns. Temperatures in the 100's in the Summer, and the negatives in the winter. Anyways, I for some reason recall being a small child stranded on the sidewalk barefoot, bawling because there were so many worms and I had nowhere to safely step. I cried until someone came and rescued me. It was a good memory for the day, it made me smile :)


Being as bi-polar as the weather is here, it was extremely sunny yesterday and Monday. The first few really sunny, warm, days of spring always make me really happy because I am reminded all over again what it is that I love about the sun so much. I love wearing tube tops and sun dresses because I love being girly and I love the feeling of my long hair against the skin of my shoulders. I love the feeling of the sun on my skin in general, and how it brings out my little freckles on my arms and legs. I love having wrinkly, brown, toes. I love picnics on the grass, making mini wading pools in my belly button with ice cubes, hot dog barbeque's, sticky ice cream, and sooo much more!



So maybe I'm alone, but who doesn't find these animals freaking creepy!? I don't really know when my fear of whales began, for I feel like it really wasn't that long ago. Regardless, I'm pretty sure I know where it stems from. Back in the Midwest, again when we lived with my Aunt, my sister and I shared a room and we used to listen to a cassette of Indian Tribal music to help us fall asleep. I don't know who decided that that kind of music was relaxing. I guess it put my sister to sleep, but my imagination must be much to creative for that. It just made me feel like I was being hunted by Indians with tribal paint on their faces or that I was being submerged in the ocean with huge whales (yes, the music had whale noises in it). I wonder if i ever vocalized the fact that I hated it? I feel like I might have but maybe nobody realized how much I actually hated it. Did my dreams about Indians who carried me on their shoulders and closed me in their suitcases at the airport stem from this music? Fast forward some 14 years (at least) and now I really hate whales! I mean, I won't go whale watching, I feel queasy when I have to look at pictures of them, I sometimes cry when I hear whale noises, the whale in Finding Nemo even scares me! Ridiculous? Yes. Can I help it? No.

These are my only thoughts/memories for now. Blogging feels good :)

Leaping off now,

Froggers